Poetry

Missing Chapter by Richard Schnap

He rarely ever spoke to me

Only when I did something wrong

Like playing an album I thought he’d like

 

And the one time I asked him

Dad, do you love me?

He replied Men don’t do that

 

But once he took me out

To a local bar for beers

Where we sat silently facing each other

 

Two strangers on opposite shores

Of a river that was so wide

No bridge could ever span it

 

 

 

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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